Choking on Cotton balls

One day I will stop all this yearning, but for now it is everywhere. I don't know what to do with old love so I stuff it in my mouth like cotton balls and pretend I'm not choking. If you catch me on the wrong day, I'll cry all over your favourite shirt and that's how you'll remember me years later. I've always been a phone call jarring you from sleep and it's not worth answering.

Yesterday, there was a needle in my neck and I didn't even flinch.

That should tell you all there is to know about me.